I Knew He Loved Me When…

I Knew He Loved Me When…

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How do you know a man truly loves you? A small sparkly gift is always welcome. (Or, indeed, a large sparkly gift.) But what about those for-your-eyes-only moments—the ones that seem corny in the movies but actually happen in real life? My readers often bring up a scene from my book Shopaholic Takes Manhattan, in which Luke Brandon, the hero, returns Becky Bloomwood’s scarf to her. She’d sold it to cover her debts, and he secretly bought it back. A scarf: not so sparkly. But the scene is one we can all relate to. Here, some of the true-love moments women like you shared with me when I asked, “When did you know?” —Sophie Kinsella, author of Confessions of a Shopaholic and the forthcoming I’ve Got Your Number.

I Knew He Loved Me When…

I Knew He Loved Me When…

…he put together an entire outfit (featuring a cross-body purse) from Zara for me for Valentine’s Day, even though he’s shopaphobic. And I really knew he loved me when he wasn’t mad that I returned it! —Ranya, 30, Austin, Tex.

I Knew He Loved Me When…

…he left a sticky note on my front door that read “Welcome home, beautiful” when I came back from being out of town. But it didn’t stop there. There were notes all over the house! On my walls, TV, dresser, in bathroom cabinets…. There was one on my mirror that said “You are so pretty.” —Jamie, 24, New York City

I Knew He Loved Me When…

…on a family trip to a wildlife refuge in Alaska, my mom’s beloved Prada sunglasses fell into one of the Porta-Pottys; my now husband, Neil, grabbed a fallen branch and fished those Pradas out of the s—t! —Marnie, 42, Los Angeles

I Knew He Loved Me When…

…he got up in the middle of a cold night while I was sleeping to make sure my car was working properly so I could drive safely to work in the morning. —Jamie, 25, Littleton, Colo.

I Knew He Loved Me When…

I Knew He Loved Me When…

…I was going through chemo, with a bald head, no eyebrows or eyelashes—a shadow of the girl he married—and my husband kissed me, looked me in the eyes and told me how beautiful I was. And he meant it. —Alyssa, 35, Atlanta